Retreat?
Really?
After all I fought for?
All these years for nothing.
I see capitulation in their eyes.
The ones who called themselves
Rebels and activists.
Is that me anymore,
Fighting against a whole world,
Stopped by their own panic?
I see my place not here,
Maybe somewhere in space,
Somewhere on another planet
Where "humans" are no sheep
And individuality is normal.
Excluding no...

A face of steel is easy When hidden behind.Lost in false hope,Drowning under memories That my shoulders cannot hold;They buckle in sharp flaws.Watch me break at dawnAnd vanish into dust.My soul entrenchedUnder a cotton shroud,Unable to rise.I will never again stand So boldly.Time, the only healer,Has stopped, And I am lost In forgotten thoughtsAs hopelessness ensnares. And in the dyi...